Psalm 65

To You our praise is due
in Zion, O God.
To You we pay our vows,
You who hear our prayer.

To You all flesh will come
with its burden of sin.
Too heavy for us, our offenses,
but You wipe them away.

Blessed is he whom You choose and call
to dwell in Your courts.
We are filled with the blessings of Your house,
of Your holy temple.

You keep Your pledge with wonders,
O God our savior,
the hope of all the earth
and of far distant isles.

You uphold the mountains with Your strength,
You are girded with power.
You still the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves
and the tumult of the peoples.

The ends of the earth stand in awe
at the sight of Your wonders.
The lands of sunrise and sunset
You fill with Your joy.

You care for the earth, give it water,
You fill it with riches.
Your river in heaven brims over
to provide its grain.

And thus You provide for the earth;
You drench its furrows,
You level it, soften it with showers,
You bless its growth.

You crown the year with Your goodness.
Abundance flows in Your steps,
in the pastures of the wilderness it flows.

The hills are girded with joy,
the meadows covered with flocks,
the valleys are decked with wheat.
They shout for joy, yes, they sing.